Spaw my husband just admitted that he wants a blonde 1960/61 Gibson Byrdland with a Venetian cutaway, but says it will never happen. Then again he was given as a present, out of the blue by a friend/grateful client, a 1952 Martin D 18, which was also just a dream once upon a time, so you never know.

Rick my husband says you can pick up a guitar and tell if it was played by a good guitar player or a bad one. He says the guitar doesn't necessarily develop a big heart all by itself. Maybe the stellar qualities of the Gibson Jumbo were just enhanced by a previous good picker who brought the thing to life. Then again he could just be a crack pot.